This morning. Stumbling groggily about the house - regretting staying up WAY too late the night prior. Sipping my coffee. Fielding never-ending requests from children for various items that they desire.
Toys on t.v.
Bacon for breakfast.
Help me put my underwear back on after i pee.
etc.
etc.
A.J. (whining): maaaamaaaaa.
Me: what?
A.J: i waaannnnntttttt sumpin' to eat.
Me: in a minute
A.J: but I waaaannnnttt sumpn' to EAT!
Me: You know what I want, A.J.?
A.J: huh?
Me: I want 7 minutes to take a shower without kids coming in.
I want to sleep past 7:01 a.m. just ONE morning.
A pedicure.
The ability to fit into my old size 10 jeans.
And a maid.
A.J. (patting my hand): Oooohhhh. sorry mama. Maybe ta-morrow.
Yup. maybe tomorrow.
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I thought it was funny when I asked or told AJ something - after I had finished -- he would look up at me and say "Oh, you're right"! Funny!
Oh and one more thing - you will probably be fitting into those size 10 jeans --- long before you get that 7 minutes in the shower :-) OR the maid!
see comment on next post...
oh & !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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